[Slow Travel] Assassin System - Mingguang

Take two people... back to the Southern Dynasties?

Wei Jinghuan didn't expect that the little priest would make such a request. He really couldn't understand why a Tartar wanted to send someone to the Southern Dynasty. Could there be some conspiracy in it?

"Excuse me, what are the identities of these two guests?"

Huo Yuhuai asked his cousin on the sidelines, because his throat was severely stuck, his voice was very hoarse, but he was very convincing: "Now the border inspections in the Southern Dynasty are strict, whether it is entry or settlement. Documents and identities are required, and we can only do a good job if we know the requirements of the two guests..."

Look, as expected of Huo Yuhuai, what he said was really grand.

Wei Jinghuan admired in his heart.

"You'll know when the time comes."

Maybe it's because the relationship of trust has not yet been established. When faced with this question, the little priest didn't answer directly, he just said: "The status will not embarrass you, you should just pick up two 'savages' from the grassland, no If you need any special care, let them live in the market, let them have no worries about food and clothing, and don’t let them be bullied.”

This was the first time the little priest spoke such a long sentence after the three of them met, and the language he used was Chinese—how could he even have such a nice voice...

Wei Jinghuan only felt that even the ears were getting hot, and it took him a while to recover.

Alas, what a pity, how could such a character be a Tartar.

Yes, although this little priest has a heart-thumping first impression, Wei Jinghuan still firmly believes that he will not really help them, and this person obviously has the same or even surpasses Wei Jinghuan's holy benevolence Power, but he chose the gentlest way of communication instead of enslavement and coercion in a very Tartar style, which shows that this little priest has a lot of plans.

What's more, which Tartar would make concessions to two southern slaves?There are bound to be pitfalls.

"We understand, we are willing to swear, and we are willing to fulfill your wish for your lord, and we will definitely be able to fulfill your commission!"

Huo Yuhuai agreed without hesitation, smiling sincerely and firmly on his face covered by dirt and grass clippings, and gave Wei Jinghuan a vicious look when he looked over.

Wei Jinghuan stopped talking immediately, he lowered his head, and acquiesced to his elder cousin's answer with his actions.

Wei Jinghuan knew Huo Yuhuai very well, and he also knew that this eldest cousin's nature was not very upright and peaceful. He didn't have much respect for the king, Confucianism and Taoism, not to mention the mysterious and mysterious words. ?When necessary, Huo Yuhuai can break the contract without burden.

In other words, if the people entrusted to them by the little priest would be detrimental to the Southern Dynasty and the border, then Huo Yuhuai would be able to make those two people become dead the moment they stepped into the border town.

But if you break your promise, it's really...

Wei Jinghuan couldn't help but fell into a struggle. He believed in the oath, but this situation involved his own safety and the justice of his family and country, and it seemed that he was not allowed to persist in his so-called innocence.

After a brief silence, the little priest seemed to have gotten the expected answer. He fixedly glanced at Huo Yuhuai. This clear look almost made people think that he had insight into that despicable little plan.

Huo Yuhuai's heart tightened, but there was still a sincere smile on the surface. He couldn't read the heart of this Tartar priest, so he could only try his best to act as if he was determined.

Fortunately, the little priest didn't seem to want to argue with him.

The boy withdrew his gaze, and said without knowing whether to say, "Then, before you leave, follow my instructions."

As he said this, he picked up the skinny old woman who was fainting on the ground, and placed her properly behind the felt blanket: "You will follow me to participate in the sacrifice later, don't stay in the camp."

Don't stay in camp?Could it be because he was worried about letting them stay in their lair, so he had to take them with him to monitor?Or is it that the camp here is not safe, is there any special saint who can peep into the camp?

Wei Jinghuan took a sneak peek at his elder cousin, but unfortunately, he couldn't tell anything from his unchanging expression——Huo Yuhuai was carrying a family heirloom that could interfere with Shengren's perception. provided great help.

"Yes, we understand, Lord Priest." Huo Yuhuai still had a docile and obedient appearance, so Wei Jinghuan lowered his head obediently again, not to disturb his eldest cousin's performance.

Only the little movie star said again: "It's just my lord, how are we going to participate in the sacrifice? Many people have seen our faces."

"I have a solution. Just follow my instructions. You don't need to do anything." The little priest picked up the robe on the ground, and pointed to the corner of the felt tent near the gate, "Both of you, go there and stay there." on."

Huo Yu fully agreed, and dragged Wei Jinghuan over without hesitation. At this time, it would be considered good if he could leave a place for them. After all, Wei Jinghuan was still injured...

Being able to find a shelter on the way to escape, although there is a hidden danger, is also great luck, and it belongs to the business scope of Confucian saints entering Changshengtian and descending to bless them.

When the two of them were out of the way, the little priest also packed up the scattered robes. He relit the incense that was extinguished by the fight, and then walked back to the pool in the center of the yurt.

"Don't bother me until I ask you to come here."

Saying so, the little priest untied his belt.

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As the sun sets and the twilight merges, the halo that still wanders between the heavens, the earth, and the wilderness can barely leak into the felt tent that closes the skylight, so the jumping firelight becomes the only source of light, wandering faintly in the private space.

"Crash..."

The sound of water came from the center of the tent.

It seems that no matter which civilization you are in, all rituals related to faith require the host to be clean, but in a limited space, most of the cleaning methods cannot be realized, so the owner here only took the simplest method of wiping the whole body ——Shadows will corrode all dead things, so for the priests in charge of shadows, this level of cleanliness is enough.

But cleaning is only the first step in preparation.

In the dim light, the young priest took out a mirror. He tied his shoulder-length black hair behind his neck and fixed it, then knelt down by the lampstand.

The lampstand is made of metal, imitating the shape of tree branches and branches. Its leaves are dozens of small oil lamps. The scattered firelight gathers together to illuminate the boy's body. These dim yellow halos are like flowing liquid , splashed loosely on the pale chest, and then flowed down along the smooth and distinct texture, and merged into the flexible depression...

In the corner of the felt tent, in the real darkness, Wei Jinghuan only felt that the blood of the past 17 years had been put on his face today. He didn't even dare to vent his breath, so he just stared pitifully, not knowing where to look. where to put it.

As for Huo Yuhuai... He was staring at his knees, his eyes were straight, but his lips were moving, probably saying something like "see no evil".

Huo Yuhuai's performance was as embarrassing as his cousin's, but he was a little fairer than Wei Jinghuan, so the blush on his face was even hotter. Fortunately, the light was dim and no one noticed his abnormality.

The owner of the yurt prepared for the sacrifice on his own, but it was pitiful for the two bewildered young people who were at a loss, and didn't know what to do except that their minds were lost and their souls were scattered, so they could only stay obediently in the corner.

At this moment, the smell of blood quietly resurfaced, even occupying a place in the felt tent full of fragrance, Wei Jinghuan smelled this smell, regained some reason, and then I couldn't help looking up to find the source, but saw that the little priest brought a box and a wooden barrel at some point.

Immediately afterwards, there was a rustling sound. It turned out that the wooden box contained a dark ocher leather jacket, which looked like the fur of some large animal. It fits over baggy trousers.

Yes, after bathing and burning incense, it is time to change into a dress, but the sacrifices of the Tartars seem to be very particular?

Wei Jinghuan could only feel his heart pounding in his chest, and he didn't know why, obviously this priest was a man like him... You must know that he had seen many more straightforward scenes after stepping into the grassland, But there was never a time when he could make such a gaffe.

The clothes used by the priests are quite different from ordinary robes. They don’t even wear belts, but are only tied with ropes woven from buffalo bristles. Dozens of iron and copper bells the size of thumbs are adorned on the hanging tassels. It was dull, but it was really heavy. When the ropes were tied, they fell so heavily that they pulled the skirt to the waist and hips, exposing the tight waist of the boy...

Wait a minute... wait a minute!

Wei Jinghuan wailed unbelievably in his heart—this little priest, doesn't he wear a shirt!

Yes, there is no such thing as a jacket. This young priest just bares his shoulders and chest. He can do this. He has such capital. Compared with those southern teenagers who buried their heads in their books, this Tartar The boy possessed a strong physique bestowed by both the snow-capped mountains and the grasslands. Apart from his pale skin without any color, there was nothing unhealthy about his body.

The boy's shoulders are tall and straight, his chest is broad, and the tight texture is accumulated here in an orderly manner without a trace of redundancy, just like the bricks and stones that build up a building. The waist and abdomen tightened suddenly, coherent and graceful...

It is conceivable that this body must be full of strength, and the bones under the flesh and blood must also be straight and strong, otherwise it would not be able to support the air of the whole body.

Wei Jinghuan thought that this was the ultimate, but this little priest still refused to stop - he said in his heart that the saint is above, the world will be unreasonable, and this is not enough!

The wooden basin was filled with a viscous and dull liquid, which was the source of the bloody smell. The boy dipped a thick brush into a tube of bright red, drained it, picked up the brush, and painted it directly on his body!

First the lower abdomen, then the double ribs, then the chest, and then the arms...

The young man seems to have practiced thousands of times. Even when painting on his own body, his hands are extremely stable. The simple and clumsy brushstrokes outline countless simple and vivid patterns. The eyes are the head of a deer, the sharp minions and the bowstring-like back are the head of a wolf, the curved arc is the sea, and the horizontal connection is the grassland...

Countless lines were drawn smoothly, and traces were imprinted on the pale skin as the red blood dried up. They constructed countless simple symbols, and fused into a seamless totem, reflecting the boundless grassland and sky.

Wei Jinghuan was already dumbfounded, he had unconsciously suppressed his charming reverie, he only knew to stare at the crimson and black lines, and some ancient chants seemed to be ringing in his ears.

This continuous and harmonious totem is so shocking, especially it is being expressed on an almost perfect body!Pale and black and red formed a huge contrast, which made each other shocking. Those barbaric, crude, and primitive totems seemed to be smelted alternately by bright red and pale, and finally refined those wills that flowed in the blood...

All things have animism, and the unity of man and nature is the belief that the Tatars worship in the Changsheng world.

At some point, the totem on the body has been drawn, so the blurry bronze mirror is aimed at the face, and under the rough hair crown, a pair of small circles and semicircles are drawn between the eyebrows, obviously representing The totems of day and night, clouds, rain, stars and moon are all simplified into arcs at this time, entangled with each other, follow each other, and follow each other into the temples.

In the end, the boy picked up the pen again, and wiped a touch of bright red at the end of each eye. Its original intention may be to open the eyes of the priest to communicate with the undead, but when it is tapped on this face, next to these eyes...

Wei Jinghuan suddenly realized that those emotions that had been suppressed by him seemed to come out again.

A slightly heavy panting sounded from the side. It was Huo Yuhuai. He seemed to have held his breath for a long time, and he didn't catch his breath until now.

This mature young man no longer talked about the nonsensical words, he buried his face in his palm, and curled up into a ball, but he couldn't hide the hot ears and the back of his neck at all.

The smell of blood had completely covered the incense, and there was still silence in the yurt. Finally, the priest under the lamppost stood up, and following his movements, the heavy bells swayed, and they rang in a patchwork and melodious way. The voice is so light that it seems to jump to the sky.

At this moment, the sound of horseshoes sounded outside the felt tent, and someone got off his horse and fell heavily on the ground. He walked quickly and stopped outside the felt tent again, and asked loudly and respectfully: "Bo Ya, how are you going?" That's it!"

In the dim yurt, the little priest glanced at the two people in the corner of the yurt, and then replied loudly: "I'm coming soon, is Wuyun Yada ready?"

"It's ready to go!" The messenger gave an affirmative answer, and then left in a hurry. The sacrifice was about to begin, and he had to deliver news to the priests of other tribes on Yada's behalf.

After sending the messenger away, the little priest let down his hair. During the final tidying, he seemed to have finally remembered something, so he turned to the corner of the felt tent and said, "Come here, the rest is your business."

Wei Jinghuan and Huo Yuhuai stepped forward cautiously, as if they had just woken up from a dream, Huo Yuhuai lowered his head in shame and guilt, while Wei Jinghuan stared in bewilderment and stammered and asked: "We, what are we going to do? What?"

Since they have to follow the little priests, they should also participate in the sacrifice, but they don't know anything. Do the sacrifices of the Tartars lack wooden stakes?

"You two..."

The young man paused, he was probably smiling, because the bright red corners of his eyes seemed to be upturned: "You two, come together and be my sacrifice."